FOR Ivan Lendl, second place equates to failure. Consequently there is no
reason to celebrate until victory is achieved. That was Lendl’s thinking
after he lost the second of his two Wimbledon finals to Pat Cash a quarter
of a century ago, just as it is when he is competing in a celebrity golf
event or racing a bicycle against the boyfriend of one of his five
daughters.

As the rest of Andy Murray’s entourage rose as one in jubilation on Friday
after Hawk-Eye confirmed a British presence in the Wimbledon men’s final for
the first time since 1938,